What if you were the tallest man in the world,

I’d think, only to die because you couldn’t get shoes that fit you right? I even made a song up for him, in a minor key. When I swam in the town pool, my friends and I would play 1-2-3-Shoot at the eight-foot dock and I would think: “Robert Wadlow could be standing right here, but his head would be above the water.”